Chapter 2

Carla, the cute Hispanic girl, handed Jessica her new outfit, a light pink, thong bikini. The young model stared open mouthed at the two piece swimsuit. It was plainly immoral! It also violated her mothers standards of decency, though her mom had relaxed the rules as jobs grew scarcer. Her well-developed body would be a lewd spectacle if she donned the small garment. But the thought of wearing this daring swimwear in front of Mark and Latrell drove her mad with lust, soon she was eager to show the two hot males how sexy she was.

The beautiful teen put the bikini bottom on and was instantly shocked. It was just a small patch of cloth in the front, barely enough to cover her pussy, plenty of golden pubic hair would be showing above it, and the back was even worse. It was no more than a string, obviously meant to be engulfed by her plump ass cheeks. The top was no better, it was tiny, and the fabric was so thin it was nearly see-through. Jess' areolas were large and the small strips of cloth barely covered them. Her nipples had been constantly hard since this morning and they pushed up the sheer material visibly.

"Jessica, your pussy is trying to escape the bikini!" Ann laughed at all Jess' golden pubic hair in plain view. She turned the rotating chair to show Jess' pussy to Ann, but in fact positioning it for the cameras who zoomed it imediatly.

"Yeap! I think it won't work." Carla answered. "We'll have to shave you."

"Sh-shave?" the naive blonde said. "I-I already shave most of my body hair and..."

"It clearly isn't enough Jess, you can't go to the set like this, come on, we must finish this shoot, just let me do the shaving." Carla answered with a no-nonsense face.

"O-ok..." Jessica was unsure, but she knew she had to finish the shoot, and didn't want to enrage Mr Latrell. She stripped naked and sat on the bench facing the mirror (and the camera with the live internet feeds behind). The Hispanic girl came in with a razor and shaving cream and started to coat Jess' thick golden bush. Her fingers were carefully distributing the cream on the blonde's crotch and more than a few times massaging her inner parts, the thumb constantly brushing against her clit. Jessica was already the horniest she'd ever been and the girl's accidental touching gave her some temporary relief. The blonde teen just held her breath and moaned lightly as the intimate act continued,

Carla plugged in the razor and sat beside Jess, leaning over to shave her. Jessica watched the girl in the mirror. She could see her wet labia as the girl started shaving the top of her pubes just under her belly. As the girl moved lower the vibration from the razor began having an effect on the young model. She watched more juice coat her labia and her pussy lips parted hungrily. When the razor reached the last bit on the nub, Jess could see her clit swelling with desire. She supressed a moan, relieved that it was finished, but almost wishing Carla had kept it up just a little longer.

Carla wiped Jess' crotch off with a cloth and Jessica immediately felt the cool air on her newly bared skin. She was relieved to see that Carla had left her a little modesty. There was a thin strip of curly blonde pubic hair running vertically down her crotch. There were two other strips of hair branching out from the tip at 45 degree angles. Looking down her body, Jess thought it looked like a fir tree. Looking in the mirror, it looked like... "Carla what did you do?"

"It's a arrow pointed at your goodies," laughed the Hispanic girl. "Natural blondes are so rare, I couldn't shave it all. Besides, no one will see it, unless you want them too, that is." Carla winked at her.

Jessica couldn't help thinking of Mark, when Carla mentioned showing someone her shaved pussy. She decided she liked it and could always shave it off if she changed her mind.

Jessica entered the set in doubt, she was afraid of her mother's reaction to this lewd outfit, she was scared of her own horniness, and was unsure of what would happen if Mark touched her again with that huge black snake under his pants, especially after what Ann and Carla told her about black guys. She was a good, Southern, white girl, but the lust she was feeling now for Mark, and even Latrell, was madening!

Sitting on her chair, Carol was begining to doubt that the contract with E&I was a good idea. If only she wasn't so desperate! These black men were driving her insane! The beautiful, classy blonde woman had never been so horny. In fact she had always been the perfect ice queen. Her only lover had been Jessica's father, an older man, her own father's friend, and a successful engineer. She loved the man, even getting pregnant with his child when she was only seventeen. Still, she had never taken much pleasure in sex and, luckily, he hadn't demanded it from her too often.

To Caroline Deveroux, sex was just a repetitive exercise men liked to do and women had to endure. She never knew what an orgasm meant, except a few from her own fingers. Since the death of her husband, ten years ago, she had lived for her daughter, not taking a new lover, forgeting all about a sex life. It had never bothered her before, but since the begining of this day, long dormant, forgotten tingles in her pussy had awakened as she dreamily looked at the black men's muscles, their crotches, seeing the gigantic bulges, imagining what their penises looked like. She had always been an arrogant, self assured woman, but when Latrell yelled at her, she had nearly wet her panties, not only from fear, but also from an unknown submissive sexual nature.

"Mrs Deveroux." Mark's voice wakened her from her daydreams. "Latrell told me to check with you to see if this outfit is acceptable, you know, for the next part of the shoot."

She gasped when she looked up to the handsome negro. How could she, a white woman, think this black man to be handsome! But there he was, an ebony god with a muscle filled body, towering over her. His suit was so tiny! She remembered he said it was too small, the company had sent the wrong size, but as she looked at him, eye level with his crotch, she noticed how much it displayed his impressive manhood. The thin fabric hugged his big prick like a second skin, every countour of it showed through the overstretched, snug garment.

"I-I do-don't know, it's soo... well, revealing..." she tried to say, noticing Latrell's latent stare, she didn't want another reproval from the powerful man. The masculine aroma of Mark's body was enough to make the blonde excited, her pussy getting damp again.

"Yeah, it shows off my cock too much..." he said tracing his dick wtih his fingers, from the balls to the tip, back and forth. It immediately started to grow.

"Y-yes, i-it displays your pe-penis."

"The only danger is that suit might burst, you know, in case I get hard. Do you think this fabric will hold up if I get a hard on? What do you think?"

"I-I g-guess it will re-resist." She was mesmerized by the way his fingers lightly massaged his own dick, making it swell visibly. Caroline was wetting her lips with her tongue without even noticing it.

"I don't know... it's such a thin material. Touch it, then tell me your true opinion."

Carol thought it was only natural for her to make sure his cloth would not rip during the shoot since he would be posing with her daughter. By what she saw he got hard extremely easily and it was really an impressive cock, she was just making sure her little daughter would not get into an akward situation later. Her hand took a hold of the side of his trunks, trembling lightly, and she felt his big strong hands grabbing her own.

"No, the fabric will surely resist there." he guided her trembling hands to his nearly hard cock. "I just doubt it will resist... here." The older blonde was open mouthed, she was touching the black model's cock! She tried to rationalize she was just checking if the fabric would not burst, but Carol knew she was lying to herself when she wrapped her fingers around it the best she could through the cloth. Caroline looked at Latrell and saw him checking the equipment again, adjusting to a new and brighter light. She returned her eyes to the perfect male towering over her. Mark was smiling as he took a small step foward to place his huge bulge a few inches from her face.

The classy blonde lost all composure, she couldn't help but knead the big member, her hands seemed to have a mind of their own, she was caressing the black man to full erection through his trunks. Carol couldn't belive she was doing it, but the feel of his maleness was driving her insane with lust.

"See Mrs Deveroux, this suit can't hold my cock." His hard on was pushing the cloth to it's limits, its top stood already at an inch away from his body, Caroline was looking inside the small swinwear to the most impressive penis she ever saw. "It's quite uncomfortable..." Mark said grabbing the top of the garment, "... it hurts my dick when I'm this hard." He lowered the suit slowly. The bigoted blonde held her breath as she saw his hard on bending as the black man lowered his trunks, her hands were on his hips and her mouth was open, her tongue wetting her luscious lips.

His engorged pole leapt out of cover, slapping her on the face. Alarmed she looked around, only to see Latrell still working on the camera and the door to the model's changing room still closed. Mark's massive body stood between her and the door, so even if the girls returned to the set they would only see Mark's back. Calmer now she returned her eyes to his pulsating prick. "Touch it Mrs Deveroux."

He was not asking, the boy was ordering! But she was in no mood to say no, the bashful mother and widow took his manhood in her hands. It was at least 9", twice the size of her deceased husband, and much thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. Caroline stared in surprise with her open mouth only inches away from his erection, her delicate, snow white hand on the middle of the pole. Mark started to move his hips back and forth, as if fucking Caroline's hand, she took his cock into both hands and enjoyed the feel of the biggest dick she'd ever seen, soon his hands took hold of her head and Mark started to make longer movements.

Carol tried to move her head away from the huge tool, but Mark's hand held her in place, her hands still, feeling his cock touch her open lips as he moved back and forth. The prudish blonde blushed deeply. She had never felt a cock on her mouth, she hadn't tried oral sex, not even with her husband, and it felt incredibly sexy. Without realizing it, Carol begun to move her hands, jerking his big dick, her parted lips soon felt the salty taste of his stiff member, the cockhead entered her mouth and she nearly orgasmed from pure horniness.

Caroline Deveroux, an ice queen and bigot, began bobbing her head on the black meat, looking up to see his superior smile. She had never sucked a cock, now she was giving head to a black man! And loving it! She heard the door open and the girls talking as they entered the studio. Carol's hands released his member and looked up alarmed at his face. He was still holding her head, the prick deep inside her mouth, while Jessica was walking toward her. Mark released her head and she took the cock out of her mouth, he swiftly tucked the monster cock into his swinsuit.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Jess asked as she saw Mark standing so close to her mother.

Caroline was completely flushed, she had been caught red handed and she saw Ann and Carla giggling, as if they knew what she had just done. "Your mother was judging if this swinwear would be decent for the next shoot." Mark answered for her. He turned to the girls, his immense pole pushing up the suit, all three girls could see the black meat inside it. "And she approved this outfit."

"Good." Latrell said getting into the talk. "Then we can start again."

Carol looked at the girls and was shocked. Her daughter was clad in the skimpiest bikini she'd ever seen! Her big breasts were not even completely covered, her light areolas were showing over the top of the small garment, and the bottom was plainly immoral! It hugged her pussy with its thin material, showing every contour of her labia, she must have been shaved or else her pubic hairs would surely be showing! And the back of this swinsuit was non-existent! It was merelly an line that ran down her ass until it disappeared between her buttcheecks!

"Wh-what!" she yelled, not noticing Tyrone entering the studio behind her. "You are mad if you think I'll let my daughter wear this lewd thing!" Caroline's strong will allowed her to have such an angry reaction, she exploded with rage and a little jealousy. "Are you planning to have her sitting again on that black model's lap? To feel his huge monster brushing against her? What the hell is this agency? What company would want to sell bikinis that border on being pornographic? Are you..."

"MRS DEVEROUX!" Tyrone yelled. Carol's face lost all color, she stopped talking and begun trembling. "We NEED to talk..." He grabbed her arm. "PRIVATLY!" The large man was leading the subdued mother from the studio when he turned and said as he left. "You all continue with what you were doing, we'll be back when we finish our... discussion."

Jessica felt alone and afraid, her mother had always been there by her side before, now she was alone, and she noticed the predatory look of all the people around her, as if she was a piece of meat. But all she could think about was what was going to happen to her mother. Even so she was sure her mom would do ok, she was a tough woman and knew how to handle every situation.